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Mexico: Capirotada

Recipes for capirotada — a bread pudding served on Good Friday — vary across the country, but it's usually made from:

• Bread similar to a baguette (bolillo), which has been soaked in mulled syrup made from sugar, cinnamon sticks, and cloves.
• Nuts, dried fruit, and sprinkles are common toppings.

Capirotada is meant to signify the crucifixion: the cinnamon sticks represent the cross, the cloves represent the nails, and the bread represents Christ's Body.

The Antidote

Ritual. Narrative. Context. Temporal stability. In short, everything missing from the connected isolation of digital disconnectivity is the antidote to its corrosion of community.

The recovery of culture from the grip of subjectivism and its dispersion into disparate bits of information is the daunting challenge of art — and technology — in the next turn of the digital age.

Nathan Gardels is the editor-in-chief of Noema Magazine.

Smokestack Funeral

Up draft butterfly
Spiral elevator view
Her vanishing act

The White Stripes drummer Meg White, who joins the Rock Hall on Saturday, exited the band 18 years ago. Her quiet — in the duo and afterward — has long been one of her powers. https://t.co/h5P11nuLkQ

If tomarow never comes

What if tomorrow never comes will we miss what we did yesterday how bout what we did last . if tomorrow never comes will we forget the things we did in the past , will we forget the ones we love . if tomorrow never comes what will happen with to day will our memories fade away out of those who we care so much about .

what will happen with the world as we know it should it crumble and fall beneath us if tomorrow never comes . Shall all we fought so hard to protect die without us if tomorrow never comes.will we still be happy when were dead will we still be around in some way shape or form if tomorrow never comes...........

Employees at the Detroit Institute of Arts (DIA) announced plans to form a union on Tuesday, November 4, joining a wave of organizing that has swept cultural institutions across the United States in recent years.

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Follow The Map

I'll run away when I'm 17
My future, I've already seen
I see you and some grief
Lets grow old on the western coast
You is what I've always needed most
These times have got the best of you

CHORUS: I've grown so cold
Goodbye to pain, goodbye to love
I've lost all the feeling
This sea-salt air has overtaken my soul
Let it overtake you too

I've won all the wars that I need
And kept promises that I could keep
So this time, I have to leave
I'm dreaming, I can't fall asleep
My minds on fire
I lay restless, and tired
Have you ever imagined a new life
It's your choice, you have a second time
I hope you think more then just twice

CHORUS x 2

All of this is left unreal
Written down as a failure I feel
I made my move, I went in for the kill
I'm left bloody, and wide-open
My tears are leaving my eyes out of focus
We could live life the way we want
Goodbye, I'm sorry I've been so blunt

CHORUS x 2

I'll run away when I'm 17
I'll leave you when I'm 17

CHORUS x 1

Lost Inspiration

All I can think of is you
My hearts not broken its shattered its true
What about forever where did it go?
He plays with us like we are his show
You were my thoughts and my dreams
We should run away and live by a stream
I never knew a circle too could be broke
I am getting a big frog in my throat
You shouldn't have left we shouldn't have came
I know our hearts still feel the same
You got me writing these beautiful rhymes
If I could Id turn back time
I wish I had my inspiration back
Now the pen hits paper and it all goes wack
I cant think I can barely see
Why did this have to happen to me?
Maybe happiness isn't in my cards.....
Sorry this poem wont have an end
My inspiration is lost and my heart needs to mend

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The Stuff We Left Behind

Apart from the digital records of today, historians will also study physical artefacts, and one thing that they will definitely encounter is plastic, due to its rather long shelf life. 

Plastic litter will help them see what we consumed, and the various chemicals in packaged food items.

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Discipline: Self-Imposed Deadlines

• In the absence of line management accountability in traditional workplaces, many digital nomads become interested in self-imposed deadlines and performance tracking.
• Digital nomads tend to do better when they choose to impose their own, self-defined deadlines.
• When these don't make sense, they can often be replaced with performance tracking approaches.
• When your work schedule is your own, choosing the best working hours in terms of productivity can be challenging.

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Hey diddle diddle, hes on the fiddle

Hey diddle diddle,
the Cats on the fiddle,
that Cow must be wired to the moon.
The little Dog barfed,
as we all had fun
and the Dish got clubbed with a Spoon...

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Without even knowing

there are eyes on every face
so why do yours
make my heart race
why does your smile
light up my day
and then take all my pain away
what's more
why have those eyes I prize
never once looked into mine
every day I talk to you
but still you haven't got a clue
just how much love I feel for you

I want to do what you do for me
to share your pleasures and your pain
and wipe away your wounds with ease
I want to feel your tender touch
and hear your whispers in the dark
that turn all of my fears to dust

all alone here
lying in bed
thoughts of you pop in my head
fantasies of love so true
but I'll never get
what I want from you
realization tears me apart
tears slip down my cheeks
without even knowing, you broke my heart

Your Time Here

After years of chasing and yearning,

Of  striving, becoming and attaining,

It gets to a point you take a pause,

And question all you have been made to believe.

If I could

If I could
Do everything over...
I wouldn't

If I could
feel the end coming...
I wouldn't

If I could
make you understand...
I wouldn't

If I could
trust you...
I wouldn't

If I could
end it all...

I would